Today I got up at 1PM. That’s amazing for me, considering I typically sleep between 9 and 14 hours on Saturdays. Even more amazing since I went to bed at 6ish. But…I’d scheduled to have half my hair coloured black today, so I had to get up and get there by 3. Meh.
Did some other stuff, too…went to the mall and actually bought some things. I have a tendency to either know exactly what I want, and then find that my stores of choice don’t have it after all, or to go in with a vague idea of what I think I want, only to realize that I don’t want it bad enough to pay for it.
That’s how I always shop though, unless it’s for food or books or clothes that I actually have to try on (I do, sometimes, but only if I can move past the stage where I ask myself if I really want that item…if I decide I probably do want it and will regret not getting it, I try it on to make sure I won’t be wasting that money on something that I don’t really, genuinely like…), and it makes my shopping a lot shorter than it could be. If you don’t know what you want, and you don’t even have some kind of pre-leaving-the-house idea, then just don’t go out. Shopping is a hateful activity and I avoid it as often as I can.
Except for books. I like to look. Especially if I’m thinking about taking a chance on something that I didn’t get recommended to me by someone else. I’ll read part of it before I buy it, because I don’t want to spend money on a book that I won’t like more than halfway. The only downside is that reading takes longer than tryings-on do, so if you hate shopping more than I do, never go inside a bookstore with me.
And food…well, I don’t do a lot of food shopping because I am still a-livin’ at home with Mum and Dad, but when I do go I still have to convince myself that I really want that food before I buy it. if I don’t really want it, why get it? Of course, that isn’t a helpful way to shop when I’m not hungry when I go…because inevitably, I’ll be hungry a few hours later, and I’ll think back and see myself in my mind’s eye, holding whatever thing I’d picked up and looked at for about 30 seconds, and then put back…I always want to smack the me in my memory and ask “why did you do that?!”
Ah, me…I am ineffable.
But, what did I get today? I got two t-shirts since I’ve had to get rid of a LOT of mine in the last year for various reasons (like, oh…that I’d had them since I was in grade nine, and that was 7-8 years ago. Shirts fade and start coming apart a lot over that amount of time). So yeah: two t-shirts. Plus a dress shirt from a place I’d never have gone inside if I’d had someone with me. I hate taking people with me to pick out dressier clothes. They make me too nervous. I hate dressing up as it is, and I don’t need your critiques about every item I so much as half-glance at, thanks.
You know, I am not very inventive though. Everything I got was black. Ah, me…I don’t like colours though. Not for my clothes that much. Except…I guess I could confess something…I do like really bright oranges and blues. Blue-greens. Whatever that colour is called that looks like the colour they always make the ocean in screensavers. I like those two colours for clothes, but I never can find anything I like in either one. Poor me. That’s why I wear so much black. Because I never see clothes in colours that I like.
Well, that and black is my favourite colour.
I got two books while I was out, too. I was amazed and astonished that the teeny bookstore in the mall had one of the Voltaire books I’d looked at getting…I mean, they never have anything good in that bookstore, unless you’re looking for something big like Harry Potter or Twilight, and then they only carry it because everyone does…
I guess I’ve been honing my bookstore-searching skills. I found it under the three-shelf “humor” section. At the bottom. In a corner. There was one copy. You get the idea.
Anyway, it’s called Paint It Black!, and it’s about Goth home design. I sat down against the bookshelf and was looking through it (convincing myself that I really wanted it), and man…people in bookstores are weird about their personal space. People kept looking down the isle like they wanted to come down, but since I was sitting there nobody would venture down the isle…and I’m even dressed normally today. I don’t even have black on! I have on jeans and the Anberlin shirt I wore when I worked at Warped Tour…I look normal.
Or…maybe there’s something about “normal” looking people looking through goth home design books that bothers people more than people who match the books looking…does that make sense? Or maybe I’m just paranoid (I am, by the way), and people in bookstores are just weird in general. I’m sure it has nothing to do with me. Nope. Not me.
And I got this book that’s about a zombie invasion…but the whole thing is told in photos and haikus. I HATE haikus, but I was flipping through it and I started smirking at stuff in it…I had to get it. Sort of like me getting some of the music I listen to. I can’t not listen to it! Or read it, in this case.
Speaking of songs, I found another funny Goth song by ThouShaltNot. It’s called If I Only Were A Goth, and it’s sort of a parody of the If I Only Had A Brain song in the Wizard of Oz. It made me smile. Here are the lyrics:
I’d be thinner, I’d be taller
Go clubbing in my collar
With skin pale as a moth
Dressed in black, I’d go creepin’
While the normal folk are sleepin’
If I only were a Goth
With my hair up, I’d look fancy
Like Siouxsie and the Banshees
With silk or velvet cloth
Dressed in boots, never sandals
And the room would be lit with candles
If I only were a Goth
Yes I’d wanna die
From the bottom of my heart impure
Would I like another clove? Well, sure
And after that, we’ll go listen to The Cure
I’d pretend to be a vampire
Like in stories ’round the campfire
I’d suck your bloody froth
Yes the thing I’d be best at
Is impersonating Lestat
If I only were a Goth
In my casket purse I’m toutin’
And pagan hymns to Thoth
Yes the world would be depressing
Over death I’d be obsessing
And this corpse that I’m undressing
Would be sexier, I’m guessing
With my diet I’d get scurvy
And I’d worship Peter Murphy
If I only were a Goth
It made me laugh. And on that note, I shall leave you in order to pursue other important things. Like homework and eating and never sleeping again because I have to be at church early to open the doors for people and wear a vague, polite smile, and say “good morning!” in the most semi-cheerful voice I can muster.
I like church, and I feel bad that I have only been (on Sunday morning, I mean…I go regularly to a bible study on Tuesday nights) twice this whole year, but I hate being a “greeter”, and I hate that the lady who assigns families days to greet, assigns us daylight savings every year. Every. Single. Year. Since I was a senior in high school.
And I really will leave now. Promise (maybe I’ll go play Smash Brothers instead, actually…I actually won a fight with Stacy—she’s good—using the Meta Knight character. I think he and Bowser are probably the ones I die least quickly with…).
Kerri: Hey, can I have some of your Dr. P?
Reeser: …what did you just say?
Kerri: (awkwardly) What?
Reeser: I’m not a doctor…
Kerri: Your Dr. Pepper! You knew what I meant!